I'm naked, wearing only a ball gag and a stainless steel chastity cage, bound between two trees about 100 yards from the farmhouse where my wife and I live. My wife, Veronica, and our neighbor, Mark, are in the house together fucking.

I've been restrained for a while, and will stay bound until Mark and Veronica have had their sex and come release me. We're isolated, so no one will see me. No one will save me.

My feet are spread and tied to the two trees. My arms are tied to two buckets of water with the rope thrown over tree branches. I look like I'm bound to a St. Andrew's cross. The buckets keep me from moving my arms or easing the strain.

It's over 90 degrees and the humidity feels like 100%. I'm sweating profusely, which is a good thing. When I stop sweating, that's when heat exhaustion will set in. I'm shaded by the trees, so I don't have to worry as much about sun exposure or sunburn.

I enjoy Mark and Veronica torturing me like this. I'm a masochist and my wife is sadistic. I like the idea that Mark and my wife are in no hurry to release me. They're going to take their time and have their fun while I'm out here suffering. All I can do is daydream. So, in this daydream, I'm sharing my story with you.

My wife and I have been married for six years. Veronica knew from the beginning that I wanted a tease and denial relationship. We met on a kinky website where I had posted my fantasy.

We dated for a year before she moved in with me. At the time, we lived in a three story townhouse. We moved to a small farm a year after we married. More privacy.

Veronica keeps my cock locked in a stainless steel chastity cage. She shackles me to the bed and teasingly masturbates me once a week, usually on a Sunday afternoon. About once a month, at the end of an edging session, she'll stroke me to an orgasm.

When I met Veronica, she had a friend with benefits, Chuck. I encouraged her to maintain her relationship with Chuck, and he comes to see her when he can on a weekend. He's a truck driver and is fortunate to get one weekend a month off from driving.

When Veronica moved in with me, she met our neighbors, Mark and Leslie, and found out they were swingers. Mark and my wife developed a relationship, which continued after we moved to the farmhouse.

Mark is a police officer and works shifts. For years, he would come over when I was at work. I'd hear about his visits when I got home from work or later, during an edging session.

About ten months ago, when my wife and I were lying in bed, she asked, “Would you like Mark to come see me on a Saturday?”

Curious, I replied, “Why?”

My wife grinned. “We'd like to torture you while we're having fun.”

Women. They have to use euphemisms when talking about fucking. “What do you have in mind?”

“It was Mark's idea. We want to tie you up outside while we have our fun.”

I thought about it, and the next evening, I told my wife that we could try it.

That Saturday, Mark came over and explained what he wanted to do to me. It sounded strenuous, so I said, “Sure, let's try it out and see how it goes.”

“Undress,” my wife commanded.

It was interesting undressing and being naked while Mark and Veronica remained fully dressed. Mark had on a red polo shirt and tan slacks. My wife wore a white tee shirt and jeans. This was a new t-shirt I hadn't seen before. The t-shirt had, “Play Things” written across her chest in pink.

One of the ways my wife teases me is by limiting my access to her breasts. She has large breasts and knows I like them. The only time I get to see them is when she's edging me or sometimes when she's torturing me. Like a small reward.

I have to earn my breast touching time. For every orgasm my wife has by my mouth, she allows me to gently caress her breasts for two seconds. I have to accumulate a minute of time before she will sit and allow me to gently caress her breasts.

Mark knows how my wife limits my access to her breasts.

After I finished undressing, my wife buckled a ball gag in my mouth. She padlocked the buckle so I couldn't remove the gag.

Finally, my wife took off her tee shirt. She had a red tube top on under her shirt. Her red tube top is a signal to me that she's in a sadistic mood and wants to torture me.

We went outside. Mark pointed me to two 3 gallon plastic buckets. “Fill those with water,” Mark commanded.

After I filled the buckets, I followed them to a spot about 100 yards from the farmhouse. Mark had his arm around my wife's waist while they walked.

“Put the buckets on the stools,” Mark commanded.

I did.

Mark pointed to a spot. “Stand there and spread your legs a couple of feet apart.”

I saw my wife grinning. It was obvious she was enjoying Mark restraining me. I could clearly see her erect nipples through the red tube top.

After tying a rope to each of the buckets and throwing the ropes over a tree branch, Mark tied my ankles to the trees and my forearms to the buckets of water. When he finished binding me, he pulled away the stools so the buckets pulled on my arms.

The jerk on the rope from the falling buckets stung a little, but after a minute the pain went away. However, I couldn't move my arms or my legs. Three gallons of water weigh 24 pounds, but I hadn't filled the buckets to the brim.

Once my wife saw I was completely restrained, she stepped right in front of me, grinning. I bet she thoroughly enjoyed watching Mark restrain me. Her nipples were clearly visible under her red tube top. Her panties were probably wet under her jeans.

My wife took her red tube top off and exposed her breasts.

Mark stepped behind her and manhandled her bare breasts for what seemed like forever. Mark and my wife were taunting me. Mark showing me his access to my wife's breasts was unlimited. Veronica was obviously enjoying his hands squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The kind of access my wife enjoyed and denied me.

After their show, they went back into the farmhouse and left me to my thoughts. It was a balmy March afternoon. I wasn't cold, but it was chilly. I remember shivering until I was exhausted.

When they came back out, they were both dressed. Mark manhandled Veronica's breasts for a few minutes before he poured the water from the buckets and untied me.

After he untied me, Mark kissed my wife goodbye and left. Veronica had to help me walk back to the house. When I got inside and saw a clock, I was surprised that I'd been outside for 90 minutes.

The next Saturday Mark came over, we went through the same torture. The only difference was the three video cameras on tripods. One was placed in front of me and the other two were on my sides. I found out later that my wife was recording my torment, and she could watch the live video feed on her smartphone. She didn't say, but I imagined them lying in bed after sex, watching my suffering on her smartphone, and laughing.

She had another new white tee shirt. This one read, “Stress Relief” in pink.

My cuckold bondage lasted longer and longer. In June, I was bound for over five hours. My wife's excuse was that it was raining, and they waited until the rain stopped to release me.

At first, the tree canopy kept the rain off me, but then water started dripping from the leaves. The water cooled my skin at first, but slowly became annoying. I didn't appreciate them leaving me out in the rain.

I was so focused on my daydream that I didn't notice my wife until she was standing in front of me. She was wearing her red tube top and blue jeans, which meant she was in a sadistic mood.

“Mark left a half hour ago.”

I wondered what she had in mind.

“I had Mark come over early today. You've been bound between those trees for over 5 hours and it's still early afternoon. There's plenty of time left for you to suffer for me.”

So, she had something in mind. I didn't have to wait long.

“I'm a fair-minded sadist. You will remain bound for fifteen extra minutes starting now for each orgasm I had fucking Mark. That way, you'll know how much fun I had without my having to tell you.”

Veronica pulled her smartphone from her jeans pocket, tapped on the phone, and put the phone back in her pocket. Then she just watched me.

“I can see your arm muscles twitching.”

I bet Veronica could. She said I'd been bound for over 5 hours.

I heard her smartphone beep. I guess fifteen minutes had passed. So, she had more than one orgasm.

Veronica didn't say another word. I waited to see how many more beeps I'd hear. After the third beep, she pulled out her smartphone and turned the timer off. She poured the water out of the buckets and untied me.

It was all I could do to keep standing. I leaned against one of the trees until Veronica finished untying me and helped me into the house. She helped me to the dining table. I sat while she heated up some soup for me. After she put the soup and some bottled water on the table, she unlocked my ball gag so I could eat.

I was exhausted, and after I finished the soup, my wife helped me into the bathroom to take a shower. After I showered, she helped me into bed.

I lay there thinking about how she tortured me for her pleasure. Both for her three orgasms and for her pleasure watching me suffer. These thoughts aroused me, but the chastity cage kept me from getting too hard.

My wife stayed lying in bed with me until I fell asleep.